Postman hasn't arrived yet.
Waking up my chest so tight. Bless my boy playing with his psp so I can just lie there pretending to sleep.
Still cannot start packing. I've realised it's because there is no excitement. I am not excited. We are not going somewhere better.
I don't want that order to come and I want that order to come.
I want that order to come and I don't want that order to come.
In equal measure.
Hampstead Heath, will you catch me today? Again?
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